Traditional style tattoos across a woman's back and upper arm, including a large butterfly, a red rose and a spider web.

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Traditional back and arm sleeve

Traditional · Back · Mixed · Photo

A woman is photographed from behind in a black open-back dress, showing a large tattoo of a butterfly and a female head with flowers across her upper back. Her left arm carries a sleeve with a red rose, a spider web, a sun, a moth and a bird, and a dark animal scene with stars sits low on the back. The bold black outlines and grey shading dominate, with the red rose and a few red accents adding colour against a dim room.

Traditional Back Upper arm Forearm Butterfly Moth Rose Spider web Sun Star Woman Bird Panther Flower

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit yourself down by the stove, and don't touch the brass, it'll take the skin off you. The winter your great-uncle Ezra took the light at Scarrow Point, the moths came in off the bog in such numbers you couldn't see the gallery rail for them. They battered at the lamp like it owed them money. Ezra swept them off the glass every night with a goose wing, and every morning there was a web strung between the lantern bars, grey as a fishing net, with a spider sitting fat in the middle of it.

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He wouldn't have her brushed away. He said a keeper who kills everything that lives on his light will end up with nothing left to keep him company. So he left her be, and she kept the moths off the lens better than any broom ever did.

The trouble came in February, when a black cat the size of a yearling calf started walking the cliff path after dark. Folk said it was a panther off some ship from Valparaiso. Others said it was the sea's own hound. Ezra only said it had eyes like two stars that had come down to see what the light was for. One night he climbed the tower with a red rose from his wife's bush, pressed it between two panes of glass, and sat with the lamp turned low until the cat lay down at the foot of the cliff and watched the sun come up over the water like a coin.

The cat never came back up that path. I'd like to tell you the rose frightened it off, but I think it was the spider, who by then had spun her web right across the gallery rail and sat in the middle of it like a queen. Ezra always said she was the only one of us who ever kept the light properly.